, injuring the person holding the dagger. If you look at it this way, the attacker is slightly younger, 25 years old, 165 centimeters tall, and weighs 130 pounds. This person should be very concerned about his height, and he wears height-increasing shoes when he goes out to kill people."

"The person who was attacked, well, judging from the scene, this person should have been ambushed. The person who was attacked was 38 years old, 180 centimeters tall, weighing 200 pounds, with a strong and muscular body, and his shoe size was 44.

I’m size 45 and my feet are big.”

"Check the DNA, maybe you can get a match, and then find a hospital. Such serious injuries can be cured in a week. It's not easy. You have to recover for at least a few days. And they are all injuries from a fight. If the hospital doesn't call the police, just

I need to find a clinic."

When Jiang Yuan said it, Mu Zhiyang raised the camera to take pictures.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Qi asked with some understanding and some confusion: "How can you tell? Can you tell by height and age?"

He has been asking questions like this all day long.

Jiang Yuan was not surprised at all, so he explained casually: "Judging from the height and age based on the footprints, there is also a lot of floating soil accumulated in the warehouse, so you can see clearly."

"That's it..." Zhang Qi murmured to himself, then turned around and said, "However, I have a little guess who the injured person you mentioned is."

Zhang Qi is a local native and knows the situation in Song Lane very well. He thought about it and said: "There is a small logistics center in front of here. The largest fleet over there belongs to Lao Jia. This man often fights and is from the police station.

A frequent visitor, he is usually a bit aggressive and aggressive, and his height and weight are all in line."
Chapter completed!